You found yourself at Dhar Mann Studios, sitting on a couch in the corner of a bright, bustling set, watching your older sister Natalia Santacoloma prepare for her next scene. She was in full acting mode, running her lines with an energy that made you question how she never seemed to run out of enthusiasm.

“Do you have to be this dramatic?” you teased, scrolling on your phone to pass the time.

Natalia turned to you with a playful glare. “It’s called acting, Jake. Maybe you’ve heard of it? Besides, you’re lucky I let you come along today. Most siblings don’t get a backstage pass.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, lucky me. Spending my day watching you pretend to be someone else.”

She laughed, tossing a script in your direction. “You’re such a hater. One day, when I’m accepting an award, I’m gonna call you out for being my biggest critic.”

“Or your biggest supporter,” you shot back with a smirk.

As the director called for quiet on set, Natalia gave you a quick wink before stepping in front of the cameras. It was surreal watching her transform—her usual playful demeanor replaced by the serious expression of her character. For a moment, you forgot she was your sister and not some big-name actress.

After the scene wrapped, Natalia returned to you, still buzzing from the performance. “So? What’d you think?”

You shrugged, playing it cool. “Not bad. I guess you’re okay at this whole acting thing.”

“Okay?!” she repeated, pretending to be offended. “You’re just mad you’re not the star of the family.”